My husband and I became grandparents this week! My son and his wife welcomed their daughter, Hazel, to the world on Wednesday afternoon. It’s been an incredible journey, and I can’t quite believe it’s real. I’ve spent most of the past 48 hours staring at the pictures they’ve sent. (Thank goodness for that miracle!) She arrived a week ahead of schedule, so I was still knitting a hat for her. As I finished the final stitches, the shape of the crown set words whirling through my head. This draft is the result of a very happy, but very tired mind.
A Hat for Hazel
On the night you were born, I knit you a hat. At the top, stitches disappeared, whirling, whorling, spiraling into a singularity: A galaxy of wool.
Outside, a billion stars whirled overhead, glittering in celebration.
You stretched ten perfect fingers, tipped with spiraling whorls high above your head, beginning your dance with the world.
“The writer should never be ashamed of staring.
There is nothing that does not require his attention.”
~ Flannery O’Connor ~
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I had big plans for hosting today. Alas, I’ve been under the weather this week, doing a lot of staring. Birds, stars, the moon, you name it, I’ve stared at it. But nothing has come together. So I decided to roundup some haiku I shared on Twitter in December for #haikuforhope.
feathery snow angel
birds were here first
the moon does not
discriminate; its beauty
is free for all
after the solstice
bluejays and chickadees feast
for a minute more
pen meets page
portal to another world
Happy New Year! My Sunday Night Swaggers group challenge for January (thank you, Heidi, for this particular challenge) is to write about our One Little Word for 2020. I have been on the fence about even choosing a word. But over the past week, I’ve encountered the idea of perspective so often, I took it as a sign to consider this word. Without getting too political, it seems like perspective is in short supply these days. While I can’t change the willingness of others to see issues from a viewpoint other than their own, I can be more vigilant about being open to other perspectives myself.
To chose one word to guide my life over the coming year feels somewhat limiting, so it seems important that this word help me face challenges that will inevitably present themselves in the year ahead. Keeping these events in perspective may not be easy, but it will help me navigate them.
My mother once asked me why I write poetry. She thinks I have enough to do already. I thought about this as I tried to figure out how to write a poem about perspective. How on earth could I do this? The answer presented itself, as it usually does, while I was reading. In her essay, “The Mercies,” (which you can read in This is the Story of a Happy Marriage) Ann Patchett contemplates the life of the nun who taught her to read. She writes “…when I can manage to see outside the limitations of my own life.” The perfect strike line for a golden shovel.
Be sure to see how my fellow Swaggers tackled this challenge by visiting their blogs.
Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe Linda at A Word Edgewise Margaret at Reflections on the Teche Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone
And don’t forget to visit Carol at Carol’s Corner for the Poetry Friday Roundup.